For students in the non-combat categories in the academy, the format of the midterm exam is different. They will be tested on their professional skills, especially as healers. Since they cannot explore the dungeon alone and lack the ability to protect themselves, their test is to treat injured students after they are teleported as a safety measure. Sylvie Solaris is going through the same testing process. She stood among the other therapist students, waiting for the injured student who was about to be transported to the designated examination area. The room was set up as a makeshift sorting center and the atmosphere was tense. 'You can do this, Sylvie.' She calmed herself by taking a deep breath. It was very difficult for her to see the wound and stay calm. Although she had been in battle before, she felt uncomfortable every time she saw the wound. This was the first time she had been tested while treating someone else. "Ah... I'm so nervous." "Me too." Several students were talking to each other. Boom!
Just then, the mentor appeared at the door. "Everyone, are you ready? The test is about to begin." The atmosphere became more tense, as this was a crucial part of their midterm exam. The therapist's task was not only to diagnose and treat injuries, but also to treat the injured effectively and efficiently. Buzz! Just then, portals appeared one after another, and students began to be teleported to the examination area. "Ah... my hand." “Uh…” As the first injured students appeared, their groans of pain filled the air. The supervisor, an experienced therapist, began to speak to the students. "Remember, your ability to diagnose and treat wounds will be closely observed. Speed is important, but accuracy is equally critical. You will also need to work together to prioritize treatment." The "injured" students, some with simulated wounds and some with makeup, groaned in pain. They played their respective roles. Sylvie and her fellow therapists sprang into action, assessing the injured students. "This guy has a broken arm," one student said, pointing to a very realistic-looking wounded man. Sylvie nodded and replied, "I'll take care of this. Who's going to check on the girl with the wound on her leg?" Supervisors continue to closely monitor and assess each student's diagnostic skills and application of therapeutic techniques. "Remember, it's not just about healing wounds. You need to consider the patient's overall health. Are they in pain? Can they move comfortably? How is their mana circulation? Is there a mana disorder in their core? These are all things you need to consider." As the "injured" students arrived one after another, the instructor's words echoed in Sylvie's ears, and she felt a wave of nervousness. She knew the importance of this exam, and the instructors were carefully watching her every move. 'I can't make mistakes.' The pressure was so great that Sylvie's hands shook slightly as she assessed the first injured student. However, the horrific sight of the student's protruding bone in the elbow did not require a diagnosis. She first scanned the injured person with her mana, checking the flow of mana around the wound. It's not a widely known fact, but for Awakened who have been under the influence of mana for many years, their bodies will naturally adapt to the mana. So when they are injured, the mana will naturally flow in that direction, helping to speed up healing.
'His arm was broken, the bones were fractured in two places.' She quickly assessed the situation. "Please keep your arms like this." The patient stretched his arm as she instructed, and Sylvie knew she had to act quickly. As she tried to channel her magical power to begin the healing process, she found herself blocked. The mana wasn't flowing as smoothly as usual, as if her nervousness was interfering with her abilities. Sweat began to form on her forehead as she continued to attempt treatment. The injured student frowned in pain, and another student expressed their discomfort: "Can you do it faster?" “I’m trying.” Sylvie felt a wave of frustration, but she tried not to show it. “Haha…” She took a deep breath and focused. As she focused again, she activated her trait and mana began to flow as she intended. 'First, block the nerve.' The flow of her magic successfully blocked the pain transmission of the nerves. This process would be very painful and the patient might not be able to endure it. 'Next, move the bones.' She began to use her magic to manipulate the bones, covering their surface like thin threads, and carefully put them back into place. From the outside, it seemed as if a miracle had happened. Time seemed to have gone backwards, and the bone, guided by magic power, reentered the arm along the predetermined trajectory. 'Now, put the bones back together.' She concentrated on fitting the bones together almost perfectly. All she had to do was make sure they were firmly connected. "It's almost done." She whispered to herself, trying to stay focused. The anxiety and uneasiness in her heart did not disrupt her rhythm. The treatment is coming to an end, and the patient's arm is about to recover. The previous pain and anxiety seem to have gone away, replaced by her desire for success. However, just as she was about to complete the final connection, a strong memory suddenly hit her. The scene in front of her suddenly changed. She was no longer in the treatment room, but in darkness. A broken arm appeared in front of her, and a little boy was holding the arm tightly. In front of him stood a monster with its mouth wide open. At that moment, the memory of the trauma came flooding back like a tide, bringing a strong physiological reaction. Sylvie's hands began to tremble, and her magic power became unstable. “Ahhhh!” Her treatment was suddenly interrupted and the patient gasped in pain as the bones failed to fully join. "Sylvie, what are you doing?" The supervisor's voice was filled with concern, but also with a hint of disappointment. She snapped back to reality, gasping for breath. "Ha ha……"
Her eyes met those of the injured student, who was clearly in great pain from the interruption of treatment. "I...I'm really sorry." Sylvie stammered, her face full of shame and embarrassment, she didn't dare to look the patient in the eye. Her trauma prevented her from continuing, which directly impacted the patient’s outcomes. The supervising instructor stepped forward, held Sylvie's shoulders firmly, and comforted her, while completing her unfinished treatment. The instructor noticed Sylvie's distress and realized that she could not continue treatment at this time. She gently placed her hand on Sylvie's shoulder, "Sylvie, calm down for a moment, you can try again." Sylvie nodded, her voice barely audible, "I'm sorry." Meanwhile, the injured patient was no longer forgiving. His anger and frustration made him lose his patience. He clutched his newly healed arm tightly and glared at Sylvie. "You almost screwed it up! Do you have the right to be here?" he said angrily, his tone full of dissatisfaction. "How can we trust you to heal us during the practical exam?" Sylvie's face flushed instantly, this time not because of shame, but because of anger. 'Do you know what I went through? Do you think it was easy?' Sylvie took a step back, anger and frustration welling up in her. She knew the patient's anger was justified, but she couldn't help but feel that this injustice made her unable to calm down. She herself did not want to be haunted by traumatic memories of the past during the exam. She stood aside and watched as the other therapists continued to care for the injured students with their skill and precision. As the students left one after another, many of them had relaxed smiles on their faces and chatted with friends in twos and threes. Sylvie couldn't help feeling a pang of jealousy. 'Why can't I be like them? Why is it so hard for me? ' she thought bitterly. The gift of healing she possessed had been there for as long as she could remember and had been a part of her life for almost as long as she could remember, but she never saw it as a gift and often felt it was a burden. People always expected her to be cured, but never considered her feelings. No one cared whether she was afraid or under pressure. She was expected to succeed every time, and every time a treatment failed, she thought it was her fault, just like the angry patient. Bang! Just then, when Sylvie was feeling resentful towards the world, suddenly, a lady appeared in front of her in a hurry. She looked extremely anxious, and the mentor symbol on her uniform indicated her identity. She glanced around the room, as if looking for something, and soon her eyes fell on Sylvie, who was not taking care of the patient at the moment. Before Sylvie could react, the instructor walked towards her quickly, "You! Are you free now?" Sylvie blinked, her anger instantly replaced by surprise, "I... am free. But..." The instructor didn't let her finish. She quickly took out an order from the control room and said in a serious tone: "The control room asked me to come to you. There is a problem in the [B-3] dungeon. Now we need your help." Then, the instructor picked her up without hesitation.
"ah!" Sylvie's eyes widened in surprise, having never expected such a move. "Sorry for the inconvenience, little girl, just bear with me for a moment." whoosh! What followed was a turning point in her life...